The price you pay:2

Wind like a hurricane was swirling through the streets of Rieglen city. Papers and debris danced in its powerful grip, creating a chaotic scene. As the sun began to rise, the bustling city came alive with people rushing to their destinations. It was a hectic day, with everyone focused on their own tasks. Yet, tucked away in a corner, Bianca lay sleeping, covered by a flimsy box. The gusty wind blew away her meager shelter, exposing her vulnerable state. Despite being in plain sight, the passersby seemed indifferent, their attention consumed by the countless beggars lining the streets. It was a sad reality, where the fear of thieves disguised as beggars kept everyone at a safe distance, unwilling to intervene.

As the cars zoomed past on the bustling streets, a couple and their fourteen-year-old son occupied one of those vehicles. The young boy gazed out the window, his heart heavy with sadness as he observed the numerous beggars lining the sidewalks. However, amidst this melancholy scene, his eyes landed upon a little girl nestled in a corner, peacefully asleep. Filled with a mix of concern and determination, he urgently called out to his mother, “Mum, there’s a little girl sleeping over there!” His words carried a plea, a desire for their car to come to a halt.

Though hesitant, the father expressed his reservations, fearing it could be a trap or another thief lurking in the shadows of the street. But the boy’s persistence prevailed, and the father made the decision to honor his son’s wish. He carefully parked the car in a nearby spot, and together, they stepped out to investigate the young girl’s circumstances.

Hey there, little girl,” the man said in a calm and gentle manner, tapping Bianca softly to wake her up. Startled, Bianca’s eyes widened as she found herself surrounded by three unfamiliar faces. Overwhelmed with fear, she began to scream, her voice filled with desperation, “Please don’t hurt me! Please don’t hurt me!”

But the man, with his tall stature and kind demeanor, reassured her in a soothing tone, “We’re not here to harm you, I promise.” His words were meant to provide comfort and safety. He had a black beard that added to his gentle appearance, and he was dressed responsibly, wearing a blue suit with green stripes. Judging by his looks, he seemed to be in his late thirties. Next to him stood his wife, dressed modestly with beautiful blonde hair that added to her stunning appearance. She turned to her husband and voiced her thoughts, “Honey, this girl doesn’t seem like one of those street kids. I have a feeling she might be lost. Maybe we should consider calling the police to help her.”